He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Fan Tianlei smiled and replied nonchalantly, "You've tricked me so many times, what's wrong with me, an old man, tricking you once in a while?"

Chen Shanming, always eager for a good show, chuckled and chimed in.

"However, you can't blame Number Five for this, after all, the things you did were no small matter."

"First, you secretly mobilized the Wolf Warriors to fight across the border. Before your period of reflection was over, you secretly went to the war-torn country of Bugantia. Although it is understandable, and you were barely on leave, don't forget that you are still wearing a military uniform. You are still a soldier. As a soldier, you must obey orders."

"If this had happened to anyone else, they would probably have taken off their uniform and gone home long ago."

Zhang Beixing turned to Chen Shanming with a smile, and said in a sinister tone, "Comrade Chen Shanming, you lieutenant colonel comrade have been getting a bit cocky lately. You don't even know to report before talking to your superiors anymore, do you?"

Chen Shanming's face stiffened, and he quickly waved his hand with an awkward smile.

"Alright, alright, I'd better shut up then. Don't let the innocent get hurt in your clash."

Zhang Beixing chuckled, his face showing complete indifference.

"So be it, I'm discharged from the army. There's nothing I can do if I can't be a soldier anymore. I can only go home and inherit my family's vast fortune. Sigh."

If you can't join the army, you can only go home and inherit the family fortune?
Listen to this, is this even human language?
And it's a family fortune worth hundreds of millions!

How infuriating this kid is!

Upon hearing this, Fan Tianlei and Chen Shanming couldn't help but glare at each other indignantly.

As for why he glared?
It's because Zhang Beixing's words, though boastful and infuriating, actually reveal what he has the most.

That bastard! He left everyone speechless and unable to refute him!
Who told me to just tell the truth? I'm angry.

Seeing this, Fan Tianlei and Chen Shanming exchanged a glance and then tacitly chose to remain silent.

Damn it, if I can't argue with you, I'll just shut up, okay?

Zhang Beixing ignored them, finished reviewing the documents in his hand, shrugged, pushed the folder aside, then frowned slightly and looked at the two of them.

"Tell me, what the hell is this temporary transfer order? So you and the brigade commander were conspiring to scam me last time?"

Fan Tianlei chuckled and said, "It's not as bad as you make it sound. If it weren't for that opportunity last time, you'd still be feeding pigs on the farm right now. Speaking of which, you should thank me and the brigade commander."

grateful?

Thank you, grandpa!
Zhang Beixing scoffed speechlessly, having no interest in dwelling on what had already happened. Composing himself, he calmly fixed his gaze on Fan Tianlei's smiling, treacherous face and solemnly asked...

"So, what exactly does it mean to send me to lead this group of trainees on a special mission?"

Zhang Beixing had thoroughly read the document from beginning to end and understood it completely.

Besides deciphering the reason for the temporary transfer order, the bottom layer of the document also contains a mission to escort special hostages in the capital, requiring the cooperation of special forces. At the same time, students from the military academy will also join, which can be regarded as a training exercise.

Zhang Beixing was the instructor for this escort operation.

Faced with Zhang Beixing's question, a long-lost, sly smile slowly spread across Fan Tianlei's old face.

"Don't worry about it. Wolf Fang definitely won't let you go. Just go for it, it's just a formality!"

Before Zhang Beixing could express his dissatisfaction, Fan Tianlei continued with a chrysanthemum-like smile, adding, "..."

"I didn't come empty-handed this time; I brought a gift."

As he spoke, Fan Tianlei gave Chen Shanming, who was sitting next to him, a wink.

Chen Shanming immediately understood, got up and quickly walked out of the dormitory.

Zhang Beixing looked at Fan Tianlei with a half-smile.

You, a notorious con artist both inside and outside the military region, actually bring gifts to people?

Why can't I believe it?
I have a feeling there's some kind of conspiracy going on...

Zhang Beixing sneered: "Comrade Fan, what can I say to you? You have completely lost the most basic trust between people."

"That's going too far." Fan Tianlei pouted unhappily, thinking to himself, "Do you really think I'm that bad?"
However, this time Zhang Beixing clearly misunderstood; Fan Tianlei really wasn't setting a trap this time.

"Wang Wang!"

Even from some distance outside the dormitory, two loud, excited barks could be heard.

Zhang Beixing paused slightly, as if he had thought of something, and turned to look at the door.

- Swish!

A black, tornado-like dog suddenly rushed in from outside and pounced at Zhang Beixing's feet.

The sobbing continued, and it kept rubbing its head against Zhang Beixing's trouser leg.

He looked like a sycophant, his eyes brimming with tears, his tail wagging incessantly, as if he were complaining and constantly trying to play the victim.

"Boss, boss, I've missed you so much!"

"It's all tears when I talk about it. You have no idea what kind of life I've been living lately. I'm up earlier than the chickens and sleeping later than the pigs!"

"That pig-fart training camp not only doesn't give us big bones, it doesn't even have a female dog! It's just too much! I'm having such a hard time! Waaah..."

This shameless behavior is something that, apart from the long-absent Caesar, no other dog could be so brazen.

Zhang Beixing was both amused and exasperated, and gave Caesar a sharp rap on the head.

Caesar immediately squatted down on the ground with a wronged look on his face, sticking out his tongue with a laugh.

Zhang Beixing laughed and said, "Alright, stop pretending to be pitiful. I'll take you to Lao Gao's place for a free meal in a bit, and after we eat, I'll take you out to have some fun during this mission."

"Woof woof!" the dog exclaimed excitedly.

"Liu Guangwu!"

"To!"

"Yu Dalei!"

"To!"

"open……"

Following the instructor's crisp commands, ten second-term cadets from the Army Command Academy stepped forward from their formation, forming a new squad.

The instructor shouted in a firm and powerful voice, "Those whose names are called, stay here; the rest, take them back the way you came!"

"Yes!" A cadet captain gave the order, shouting "Forward! One-two-one, one-two-one..." and led the cadets back to their dormitories in an orderly fashion.

The students whose names were called and who stayed behind couldn't help but look at each other, each seeing suspicion in the other's eyes.

Looking at the familiar-looking instructors standing in front of the group, as well as the vice dean who rarely showed up, all of them were now present. Everyone was curiously looking at the people around them, their stomachs pounding with anticipation, wondering what was going on and why the atmosphere was so serious.

An older instructor, holding a stack of student files, whispered to the vice dean.

"Liu Guangwu's shooting score is usually the best, and he can be said to be the most outstanding student representative among the second batch of trainees."

"Yu Dalei is also a good student. Before entering the military academy, he was a tank soldier in the 9th Armored Brigade of the Southeast Military Region. He served as a tank driver and has two combat experiences. I think he is fully capable of handling this mission."

"This is called..."

The instructors introduced each student's situation to the vice dean one by one. The vice dean nodded from time to time, and with each student's name, his calm gaze would slowly sweep across the student's face, as if trying to etch the face deeply into his mind.

For some reason, the serious atmosphere in front of them made all the trainees feel an uncontrollable sense of tension.

Unlike his classmates, Yu Dalei, who had seen many storms, maintained a calm gaze as he looked directly at the vice dean and the others.

The purpose of this scene is very clear; even a fool could figure it out.

Those selected were definitely going to carry out a secret special mission. As for what the mission was, Yu Dalei couldn't guess yet, but he figured it probably wasn't anything too dangerous, otherwise they wouldn't have chosen these cadet soldiers to participate.

It might be a real battle, but its significance as training grounds might outweigh its actual combat value.

Of course, this is just Yu Dalei's own guess, and he can't be sure what it really is.

As time went on, many students guessed the academy's intentions.

They attended military academies, unlike other universities in the country, where students were born to serve the military. Once graduated, they could join the army and at least get a deputy company commander position and rank, enough to make countless young people envious.

However, they are also true professional soldiers, ready to sacrifice their lives in the event of war. But this is their own choice, and no one will regret it.

Once they understood this, even though they were still students, they were already quasi-officers, and it wasn't unimaginable that they could carry out some special missions ahead of schedule.

Thinking about this, some trainees even felt excited, looking eager and ready to try.

The vice president shook his head slightly when he saw this, his face showing neither worry nor joy.

Seeing this expression, Yu Dalei remained silent. Compared to the others' excited expressions, Yu Dalei was much more composed.

The vice dean's gaze swept over Yu Dalei's face, seemingly lingering longer than his gaze on the others. Seeing Yu Dalei's calm expression, a fleeting look of satisfaction seemed to flash in his eyes.

Once the cadets in the ranks had finally quieted down, the vice dean took a step forward and, accompanied by the instructors, began to speak.

"Students, you are the most outstanding student representatives among the second batch of freshmen at our Army Command Academy. However, our military academy is different from other places. Since its establishment, our academy has always adhered to the principle that sharp swords cannot be cultivated in a greenhouse. Therefore, every year, a group of outstanding students like you will form a temporary combat team to complete a special mission."

"Each of you is a prospective military officer. You should all be very clear about the military's confidentiality regulations. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to. Your specific mission instructions will be given to you by your respective instructors later."

"Considering your lack of combat experience, this mission will be led by an instructor from the military region's special forces. I hope you will cooperate earnestly and fulfill the duties and responsibilities of a soldier."

"Comrades..." The vice dean paused, and his form of address changed accordingly.

"You can't grow flowers that can withstand wind and rain in a greenhouse. And what we need isn't flowers, but sharp blades, blades that can protect our country. Alright, that's all I have to say. Instructors, take this back to the command room."

The instructors stood at attention and shouted, "Yes, sir!"

……

The military academy's temporary operations command center was not large, with a space that could accommodate at most thirty people. There was a projector screen on the wall and neat tables and chairs below.

The ten students sat down at a distance from each other, with a letter and a ballpoint pen on the table in front of them. They were puzzled and didn't know what was going on.

One of the instructors said expressionlessly, "Leave a will, just in case."

what?
These pens and paper are for writing wills!?

This news struck like a thunderbolt, leaving all the trainees' minds blank for a moment.

The trainees were all stunned. Although they were all soldiers, in peacetime they had never truly imagined that sacrifice would one day actually happen to them.

For a long while, no one picked up a pen. The command room was deathly quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

"Swish..."

It wasn't until someone picked up a pen and paper and began writing seriously that the trainees gradually came to their senses, the sound of pen tip scratching against paper echoing in the command room.

Yes, since you've chosen the path of military service, you're bound to face the danger of death sooner or later.

"Let's begin. You have one hour to finish writing. Also, if you need to go to the restroom, you must go in pairs. Of course, this is not because we don't trust your loyalty, but it's a standard procedure, and you should be aware of it."

The instructors fell silent, and no one whispered among themselves. Everyone bowed their heads and began to write, pouring everything they wanted to say onto their pens, and pouring out all the words they wanted to write to their families. Some people's hands even trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"report!"

Yu Dalei stood up and shouted.

"speak."

"I've finished writing."

The instructor nodded: "Hand it over. If you are killed in action, your letter will be delivered to your family by the military. If you return safely, I can guarantee that your letter will be completely safe from being leaked."

"Yes!"

All of this was reflected in the eyes of the two people outside through the semi-transparent glass of the command room.

The vice dean, with a kind smile, asked, "Instructor Zhang, was this cadet Yu Dalei one of your soldiers before?"

Zhang Beixing thought for a moment, then nodded and smiled, saying, "I guess so."

The vice dean didn't ask any more questions, but continued in a businesslike manner: "Then it's up to you. I'll go and bring that person out. We'll leave promptly at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zhang Beixing gave a soft "hmm".

"Thank you for your trouble, Dean."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the vice president took his leave and turned to depart.

“Come on, Caesar, let’s go in and take a look.”

Zhang Beixing patted Caesar on the head, who was standing beside him, then pushed open the door to the command room and slowly walked inside.

In the operations command center, all the trainees had already written their letters, and the instructors were putting them into envelopes and sealing them. (End of Chapter)